Page 60 of Broken by my Bully (Lessons in Cruelty Dark Academia #1)

Bastian

The first thing I see when my alarm shocks me awake is Evelyn’s gift-wrapped package lying beside me on the bed. My curiosity finally got the better of me last night, but I couldn’t do more than tear off a corner to reveal the thick stack of pages inside.

It’s a manuscript. Mother must have written another book. I don’t even have to open it to know what will be inside.

Ego death through psychedelic experiences. Evelyn loved her Golden Teacher tea. Shadow work, and the collective unconscious, and archetypal patterns. Or, depending on when she finished it, it could all be delusional ravings and gibberish.

Like mother, like son.

My delusions walk around campus in dirty jeans and daddy issues.

I groan, rolling onto my back, dragging my fingers down my face.

Too much bourbon last night.

Way too much fucking coke.

I wince as a headache stabs at my temples when I reach to silence my phone’s blaring. Two aspirin on the nightstand, a glass of water.

How kind of me .

I swallow them down, and fall back into my pillows, trying to convince myself to get up.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand. I snatch it off with my free hand, glaring at the string of messages on my lock screen.

This is why I set my phone to ‘do not disturb’ at night.

Students thinking they can message me at whatever ungodly hours they want, asking for extra credit, submitting late assignments.

If I’d received more than a handful of dick pics or titty shots a semester, I wouldn’t have minded as much. But it’s all work, all the time.

I scroll through my notifications, already sitting up, then I flop back down again. My hand grips my cock, giving it a brutal squeeze.

I’m rock hard, and it’s not morning wood.

Looks like sweet little Haven was thinking about me. Tucked in warm and tight in that sorority house bed I put her in. Maybe even touching herself the way I’m about to.

@lee.haven

It’s the least I can do.

I open my messages, reading through the texts Haven sent me last night.

My eyes narrow when I check the timestamp.

What is this girl doing texting me at midnight? She should have been sleeping. I didn’t get her into that sorority so she could party all night.

No.

I put her there so I’d know exactly where to find her when I wanted her.

@rooke.bastian

You were up late last night.

Breaking curfew already?

I doubt she’ll even be awake, especially after going to sleep past midnight. But I wait for my message to be delivered, absently stroking my cock.

One tick.

Two.

A second later, they turn blue, then she types out a response.

I smile, the hand on my cock gripping tighter as I work my shaft.

@lee.haven

Kinda early to be bossing me around.

Guess it comes naturally to you boomers.

How easy it is for her to forget that she’s speaking to a teacher, not one of her friends. Although judging from the response I got from Hillary yesterday, Haven doesn’t have any friends. She didn’t even know who I was talking about when I was arranging Haven’s boarding.

@rooke.bastian

Just looking out for your best interests, dearie.

@lee.haven

Call me that again and I’ll block you.

@rooke.bastian

You should.

I’m a bad influence.

I spit in my hand and wrap it around my cock again. My crown is already tingling, pressure building, so I go even slower, edging myself.

Is she still in bed?

She doesn’t have any cute pajamas, so I’m assuming she’s wearing one of those large, stretched out t-shirts she had in her car. The ones I had laundered because they reeked of poverty. And because my sweet girl deserves clean clothes that smell just like mine .

Just that shirt. No underwear. She can barely afford food, let alone extras.

No makeup because she’s naturally fucking perfect.

Hair tousled from sleep. Maybe even Kai’s hands.

I saw how he looked at us yesterday. Ready to rip out my throat. Ready to strangle Haven’s.

My fist tightens on my cock hard enough to hurt.

Fuck.

The thought of those two hate-fucking has me ready to explode.

@lee.haven

As if you’re the only one I was texting at midnight.

Is she trying to make me jealous? Sweet girl, you’re dancing with the fucking devil. And the devil keeps meticulous notes.

Every text. Every word. Every person who thinks they can touch what’s mine. Kai Jordan’s already on that list.

But I play into her hand, and pretend she’s the one jerking me off.

@rooke.bastian

You couldn’t have left the heartbreaking until lunch?

Cruel.

@lee.haven

I’ll take that as a yes.

Meet me at the taco stand on Hollow Way at noon.

Hm. I like it when she tries to throw her weight around. I like it so much I’m seconds away from coming, and fighting it with a clenched jaw. My phone shakes as I type out a quick reply.

@rooke.bastian

Yes, boss.

What should I bring?

@lee.haven

Your appetite.

Jesus, girl.

I laugh, my head pushing back into the pillow as cum pumps up my shaft and into my trembling hand.

“Fuuuck,” I groan, mentally grasping onto every wave of pleasure pulsating through my lower body.

Her name is on my tongue, but I bite it back.

Can’t lose myself to her just yet. Not until she’s so deep in my web she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to.

And she won’t want to.

They never do.

My thumb swipes gently over my crown, and I shudder at the intensity of that light touch.

The laughing face emoji she sends a second later completely ruins my fucking afterglow.

Oh, she’ll pay for that.